The peace that comes from resolve

I haven't written for a while. Sorry . . . I guess.
Life went on though, didn't it?

I considered shutting this down. After all, it doesn't make a lot of sense that this is just a little pink diary without a key. I don't have anything profound to offer. I don't evaluate any business. I don't profess to teach you anything. I have no wondrous event forthcoming like the birth of a child, the start of a business, or a move to parts unknown. I have no great following who wait for pearls from my paper lips.
What goes on here is nothing. . . whistling in the dark.

For what it's worth . . .

• I am still employed.
  
• I have not moved.


• The boss left.


• My work load has intensified once again.


• I now report to the person who attacked me in March.


• She hates the term bullets and so I must submit my issues in dot point lists prior to our staff meetings.


• I am taking 2 classes this summer and 3 this fall.


• Pending survival, I will be pedigreed in December.


• I have not been able to make art for over a year.


• My health is beginning to stumble.


• I just added job searching feeds to my daily serve.


• I ran away to New Mexico and Colorado for a week after classes ended and couldn't understand why I broke down and cried the night before my flight home.

Say a prayer for me, if you're so inclined.